One blurred girl
in the playground all alone.
Teased and prodded.
Swallowed cries.
Tears inside
on the ground, with her eyes.

Beautiful, and long dark hair.
Victim of the echoed hate,
there within the silent yard.
Pushed and bent and like a flower
it only took one push too far.

Children's rhymes with adult themes
fallen on the Mother's screams.